Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 101 The Devil in Action

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Jason Belia did not return to his villa, but went far away from the west district where the villa was located. When he arrived at the residence that served as a temporary contact point, his companions were already waiting for him there.

She was a woman with a seductive and sharp face, long curly brown hair, and eyes the same color as her hair, filled with coldness and malice.

She sat on the other side of the table, facing the door, sipping her amber sparkling wine.

After pushing the door open and entering the room, Jason Belia went straight to the dressing area in the corner and closed the curtain. He reached his hand to the back of his neck, fumbled around for a while, and then pulled open a cut. The cut was split along the spine, extending upward to the back of the head, and down to the middle of the shoulder blade. This well-made crack was hidden under the outer layer of skin. Even if Belia took off his clothes and exposed his upper body, it would be difficult to find it without close observation.

In just over ten seconds, he took off this layer of human skin and turned from a blue-eyed man with high cheekbones into a strange man who looked similar to the woman at the table, with slightly curly brown hair and a pair of cold brown eyes.

The "Magic Mirror" Arrodes answered with only the appearance of the human skin he used for disguise!
He put on his clothes, left the changing corner, folded the human skin and placed it on the table. The woman finally spoke: "Are you ready?"

"it is done."

Jason Belia replied succinctly: "I left the portrait to mislead the lackeys of the righteous gods. According to the plan, from now on, you are Patrick Jason, intending to escape and attract their attention, and then I will act in my true identity and assassinate Paras Negan."

The woman from the Belia family raised her head and drank the last sip of sparkling wine, then placed the glass on the table and replied calmly, "Okay."

"There's no blood on your body. It seems you didn't succeed in silencing them. How come the authorities protected them so quickly?"

Jason's expression froze, and he didn't want to say more on this topic: "They have hidden their strength, and I don't want to waste time."

"what."

His face darkened: "Are you laughing at me?"

"How could that be? I was sent by my family. I know what to do." The woman put the human skin into her suitcase, stood up, and raised the corner of her mouth. "Negan's death is not worth mentioning. The trend of the times has nothing to do with us, but this is a chance to get the "blasphemous card."

Jason's expression looked a little better, but he still sneered, "You are the one who needs to worry. I carry the gift of the mother tree, but you don't. Therefore, I am more valuable to the family, and you are just a bait that needs to leave everything to fate."

The woman's smile also turned cold. "Really? But what I have to do is to take a detour and escape from Backlund as soon as I show up, attract the officials and possible demigod bishops, and then wait for an opportunity to remove my disguise and disappear. But what you have to do is to stay here after killing Negan and continue to deal with... that person."

"This also proves that I am more capable and more trustworthy than you." Jason didn't care.

Ha, more capable? More capable means that he didn't even know where his partner, who he had carefully trained and was about to be promoted, died. In the end, he could only speculate from clues and notices that he had encountered a Beyonder of the Church... The woman sneered in her heart, but she didn't want to waste time arguing with the other party.

Turn off the lights, and the room suddenly becomes dark.

The door opened and closed, the shadow left through the open window, and the two demons went to their respective designated locations.

The night is deep, and tonight, the Extraordinaries of the Church will be on maximum alert.

But no one could have imagined that their purpose was not revenge at all, but to assassinate Duke Negan who was going to meet his mistress tomorrow!
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In the underground church of the Aurora Society's base, the members of the Aurora Society were scattered on the benches, praying silently. Some were reciting mottos, some were silent, and some were reciting doctrines.

The murals have been completed, starting with the wall on the right hand side of the entrance, depicting a sun that shines on everything, which makes people hold their breath and concentrate in awe. In the distance, there are layers of mountains, and there are giant beasts lurking in the shadows, but they are afraid of the sun's brilliance and dare not approach. People kneel in front of the huge golden cross, devoutly bathing in the glory of God.

This one tells the story of the ancient sun god saving all living beings.

The painter used all his skills to depict the sun and people. The exquisite brushstrokes and warm yet bright colors fully show his piety and admiration for the Lord. It can be seen that he should also be a member of the Aurora Society. The praying people have serene faces, with upturned corners of their mouths, implying joy and expectation. There is a figure vaguely visible in the sun in the sky. A few strokes draw a rough outline, and a few shadows create a vague and compassionate face.

Amon looked up at the huge painting which was about five or six meters high. The figures in it were almost real-life size, and the light from the gems and gold inlays still sparkled brightly in this overall dim environment.

He threw the Tudor gold coin in his hand up, caught it, threw it up again, caught it again, stopped in front of the mural for a moment, and came to the portrait on the left.

If the right side is heaven, then the left side is hell.

The strong wind blew up the clouds and mist, covering the sky, making it dark. The red moon was high in the sky, half of the sky was full of falling stars, and the other half was covered with red clouds.

The earth cracked, the people were suffering, the trees danced like ghosts, the monsters roared and raged on the earth, there was no complete person in this painting, but people could be seen in every inconspicuous corner: a crying girl, a child with half of his body, a broken hand, a pool of blood. This painting was probably painted by a different artist, who put the imagination of the destruction of the world into reality, but not by drawing shocking and exaggerated pictures, but by some tiny details that make people feel cold after seeing them.

In this hellish scene, looking up at the sky, one can see lightning tearing apart the sun, the stars and the moon hanging high in the sky, their brass eyes watching everything.

Amon's face was expressionless.

He tossed the Tudor gold coin up, caught it, and put it in his pocket.

The kings conspired in the palace at dusk, and the "Redemption Rose" eventually killed the sun, and a huge sin flowed in the East Continent. However, this was not the real beginning. The moment this huge murder began, the creatures of the East Continent had already suffered a devastating blow. The short war of gods caused more than 90% casualties, and the darkness and curse that followed for two thousand years made it a real forbidden land for life. Only one in ten city-states survived, and there were dead wildernesses with monsters wandering everywhere. It was a world that could not be saved and would never have peace. There was only death and madness.

He is not the original body, so he does not have a deep feeling about this memory. But even the original body may not have any extra thoughts similar to humans, so the clones will not have them either. Amon does have a unique respect for the ancient sun god, and he will definitely not be abandoned by him, so he will never abandon him. But Amon does not have the emotion of "loving the house and loving the dog". This respect is only for the ancient sun god, and any other accessories, believers, cities, gods, beliefs... are not included.

From a rational point of view, the God-forsaken Land is no longer suitable for living creatures, and mythical creatures are no exception; from an interest point of view, the materials and characteristics that one needs are not there.

From a sensual perspective...there is no such thing.

Therefore, if there was even one Amon who truly had attachment to that land and his former father, there would have been no need for a massive Mongolian referendum to decide whether to protect Chernobyl.

There are two murals on the other two walls. If these two are looking back at the past, the others are looking forward to the future.

Hanging upside down on the dark cross is God, bleeding forever. He bears the sins of all living beings and pays for them with His own blood.

The insults, hatred and pain He suffered were all for all living beings, and these will eventually pass, and God will return to the earth. Because He has suffered the pain of death, He can regain His crown of honor and glory. Because everyone has tasted the pain of death, they are also bathed in God's grace and gain new life.

Amon did not comment on the prospect of the future. He just found an empty chair and sat down, staring at the cross in front of him for a long time. Then he took out a gem and a flat grinding stone from his pocket, and slowly, as if killing time, he polished the transparent and glowing surface of the gem.

With a very relaxing and gentle "rustling" sound, Amon polished the glowing side to make it brighter and brighter. When he was about to polish the second side, he suddenly felt something in his heart. He raised his head and saw that the tall door of the underground church was pushed open a crack. The devil stood behind the door and waved to him.

Amon then put away the gems, walked out the door briskly, and closed it silently. A layer of sparkling gem powder fell on his clothes and trouser legs, falling in pieces as he walked, which was surprisingly beautiful.

They had finished their discussion, and the Dark Saint came out to see them off. Xesma looked at the young man with black curly hair and a monocle, and felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

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In the Hillston District, at the home of Isengard Stanton, Klein was invited to share breakfast with Kaslana.

After taking a bite of the soft potato pancake, Klein praised, "Mr. Stanton, your cooking skills are excellent."

Isengard, with gray hair on his temples, smiled and said, "This is a feature of Lunburg. For the Beyonders of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, versatility is a common feature. Sequence 6 and above are called 'Polynomists'.

"The corresponding potion can easily make people lose control. Until now, I have not been able to advance to the next level."

Nothing happened after forcing the "Apostle of Desire" to retreat last night, and the members of the Mechanical Heart also obtained the opponent's appearance from the "Magic Mirror", which made them more confident in catching the devil.

The detectives involved in this matter are all believers of the three gods, so they will pass on information to each other. With the resources of the three major churches, even if they search among the vast sea of ​​people in Backlund, they can fish out the devil.

With the protection of the church, the detectives were finally able to relax and take a break.

They must maintain a relatively good and stable mentality and not give the Apostles of Desire any chance to take advantage of them.

After chatting for a while, Klein spread the remaining butter on the last bit of toast, chewed and swallowed it slowly, and then asked, "Mr. Stanton, you seemed to have mentioned the opening of a certain seal before. Can it help us deal with the 'Apostle of Desire'?"

"Yes, it plays a vital role in dealing with demons." Isengard responded calmly, "Its code name is '1-42'."

"1-42"? "Level 1" sealed objects are highly dangerous and can be used in limited quantities. Even the Backlund Diocese can only preserve one or two... Klein's mind flashed the corresponding description and he asked with great interest:
"What kind of item is it? What abilities and negative effects does it have?"

Isengard smiled and said, "This is a secret of the Church of the Evernight Goddess. I don't know much about it. I only know that it was not originally in Backlund, but was sent here urgently because of the serial murder case.

"It is said that it is a silver full-body armor with small pieces of dried dark red blood on it. It once directly led to the destruction of a small city and caused the death of more than 100,000 people."

“Cursed armor?” Klein asked in the form of a name.

Isengard exhaled a puff of smoke, shook his head solemnly and said: "Maybe it's not a curse. Some people call it 'Crazy Armor', 'Bloodthirsty Armor'. We in the church have speculated that the blood on its surface may come from gods from even older times.

“When it was first discovered, there was nothing unusual about it. It was just treated as a simple antique and was sold and collected by people.

“But as time went on, those who had come into contact with it died one after another. Their deaths were extremely horrific, almost torn apart. After that, death spread outward with it as the center. No longer needing to come into contact, a small town was destroyed because of it.

"This incident happened in the early Fifth Epoch. The Nighthawks are responsible for the subsequent handling."

As expected of an Extraordinary of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, he knows enough about history and extraordinary events... Klein secretly praised him.

After breakfast, Klein and he entered the living room where the fight had taken place, while Kaslana went to the bathroom first.

After waiting for a while, Kaslana came to the living room and continued to discuss the matter of the "Apostle of Desire" with Klein and Isengard.

Talking about this dangerous situation and the "Apostle of Desire" whose identity was unknown and whose abilities were terrifying, some pessimism and helplessness emerged uncontrollably in the conversation. When Isengard and Kaslana mentioned the funeral and epitaph in a joking tone, Klein's heart skipped a beat and he quickly tried to break up the sad atmosphere to prevent the flag from being successfully planted.

The three of them were silent for a while until the sound of the doorbell was heard outside.

The person who came was the butler of the Mechanical Heart named Ikanser Bernard. His hair stubbornly squeezed out of the brim of his hat, making his deep and masculine features look a bit messy.

This time, he did not take the strange silver mirror called Arrodes, and he didn't know where he put it.

If I have the chance, I wouldn't mind using that magic mirror to see what reaction my loyal and humble servant would give... Klein thought.

Ikanser did not enter the room. He stood there, looking at the three detectives, and said in a low but very fast voice:

"We have found clues about the 'Apostle of Desire'!"

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Edward took something out of his collection cabinet.

It exudes an extremely dangerous spirituality that makes Amon feel terrified. It is similar to the "corruption" of the real Creator, but contains a deeper "sin". It is the enemy of creation, the opposite of all beauty and morality. Seeing it is like seeing the abyss, seeing filth and death, seeing one's most unspeakable desires and primitive evil. And its appearance is like a piece of obsidian, filled with blood like mist.

The Abyss Angel took it and gently brushed his palm over the obsidian, and the black part broke into pieces, carving itself into a crown of blood-colored thorns. At this moment, it suddenly lost the texture of obsidian, as if it had been stripped of its disguise. The texture of the thorns was very much like charred bones, with a dark blood color as if it had been burned, and like red lava slowly flowing in the cracks of the rock, which reminded people of the fiery clouds on the horizon, the sea of ​​blood, or the boiling hellfire in the old legends.

Amon narrowed his eyes. His strength was too low, and he was not willing to look directly at this thing. He looked away: "Are you going to do it?"

"The gods were wary of me performing the ritual, so the Goddess of Night tried to force me back in Tingen. But I didn't need the ritual at all. I was just pretending in front of them."

"I feel an ancient and mysterious aura on it."

"When humans broke the covenant and were expelled from the Garden of Eden, they also brought curse and evil to the earth, and thorns would surely grow in the fields."

The angel of the abyss said slowly: "In the mystery of the old era, after thousands of years, the curse finally disappeared with the death of the Son of God. But in the current history, the Holy One is still hanging upside down and suffering, and has never forgiven the gods. Therefore, on a certain piece of land, sin flows freely on a distant road, from which countless monsters are born. The earth cannot grow crops, leaving only dead grass and overgrown thorns. There has never been a Son of God who breaks the curse, so the blood-stained thorns are still a symbol of curse and sin to this day."

Amon thought for a moment and asked again: "You plan to take this opportunity to regain the throne on Earth, so what should we do now?"

The crown of thorns disappeared in Edward's hands. He searched the collection cabinet again and threw a small bottle to the ground.

A black spirit appeared on the carpet, hunched over, trying to make its huge body as small as possible.

Edward asked it kindly:

"Tell me, what is your master's purpose?"

TBC
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The Majia Building is open, anyone interested can go and have a look.

By the way, let’s go to the book review site to have some fun.

(End of this chapter)